Have I met you lately?

It was a beautiful rainy day when I met this old friend of mine. Discovering him all over again through our soft chatters I realized he had indeed grown real tall in his stature. His success story brought a sparkle of happiness in my eyes. The inspiring dynamo he carried had outlived the rough testament of time. Life handed sour lemons with a handful of helluva odds, but he beat them all and reached atop perching the peak of the mighty corporate cliff.

Life began…

Leaving the best practices of international waters, he chose to move to a small town in Gujarat, India where he nested happily for a decade in his lovely cozy life. Nurturing a big dream of a prosperous life he ventured deep into the prospects of a healthy entrepreneurship. Time flew by and the day came when reality dawned. It ain’t a bed of roses, rather a heavy toil, millions of sleepless nights and a 100 ton weight on the bandwidth of just two tiny shoulders. Negative calculations popped onto the mind surface. The risks didn’t pay well. The recklessness ballooned and the need of the hour shouted loud in practical awakening, “Hey, dude don’t be a fool, its time u switch”.

Life’s calling…

With a backpack and a wind-up to cozy Gujarat, he sailed to the land of a billion dreams – Mumbai. Aamchi Mumbai as the loving proud Mumbaikar calls it, is the place that embraces different hierarchys’ and various cultures in one unison. It has a large heart to absorb all sorrows and still stay afloat with a wonderful smile. Now, began the life of corporate culture. Not entrepreneurship anymore, but a 9.00 am to a never ending long day job started. Technically the day has 24 hours but each day outstretched to 48 or maybe 72 hours. The journey of severe toil and sweet sweat ran a race on its wheels. Having his back leaned against the firm wall he knew only one direction – ‘Way forward.’ Slowly and steadily he started rising the path of good recognition. Success crossed his roads placing him to the milestones of a stable life. Material pleasures came in the list of reachable limits and holidaying seasons became the year-on-year calendar events. Time shone in its good spirits and life beckoned for greater achievements. The confidence poised on a plane of a higher pedestal – ‘Stability.’ The much aspired comfortable position.
Woah man! Indeed a remarkable journey.
Finally, the stability is back in life.

The unstable state of stability…

Everyday seemed calm, peaceful and life set a pattern of a stable routine. The design of ‘the same’ put one to a relaxing lap of a slow comfort zone. After all, what else do u want when the age bar crosses over a 50. The wishful thinking conveyed merry thoughts of, “I guess I have worked hard enough and its time I merit the harvest.” Happiness dwelled in the corner of the heart within a nutshell ‘stability’. Then, came a day when the winds swayed in different directions. The rules of the corporate culture changed. New shifts in paradigms waved in. “Hey Mr. the investment of your hard work has ripened. De-attach from it, serve the mass and let them rejoice its sweetness. Go guy, plant another tree now. Here are the seeds. Sow them. Build your new toil in a barren land. Field it and let grass green again.” This is Corporate Management. At the onset I was happy as one more challenge in my stride. But at the same time the inside of me got my nerves shaking. The thought of cross over a 50 got me trembling. That’s tagged on my age bar now. The meriting stability as a fruit of all these years of sheer hard work had sunk in the right of my brain. My logical left kinda fell dead to think ahead. Don’t I deserve stability?
Life, then was young. I was so raw and tender. I could plunge and pull all the strings out. Now I have crossed the benchmark of a 50. My limbs are growing weak. My spirit is becoming numb. My mind needs some sweet slumber. Is my stability on a raid? Will I be able to do it again?

Yes I can…

“I am a go getter. Age is just a number dude” peeked my innervoice. The very fact that my mind is running a rat race of wills’ and wont’s is the first sign of ‘stability’. My high speed 5G thinking of how to go about doing this is the start of my stability. The mind is alive and my thinking cap is on. New ideas are trending again to become my real currency. The voltage of my current is set back to its original dynamo. I am ready to roll. I am a lover of Steve Jobs’ – Apple. It’s technicality allows only 1 Undo. Well guys, that’s life too. Only 1 Undo to revert back or choose to head ahead for a brand new journey making more inventions. My faith is embarked on a plane of inner solo strength. My resolve is firm in its nature. I ain’t naive anymore to the time and its trials. My conviction is my backbone. I am the cliffhanger of my own life. I can cross many a mountain tops once again. Such is the strength of my powerful mind. I am unbeatable. I am stable. I call this my ‘Real Stablility’. As far as I am alive and ticking fast I am stable. The moment I stop ticking I am a victim of coma. I am dead then. I am so glad once again life brought me to this reinvent-me junction and repeat the same stanza, “Have I met you lately?”

The stable answer is, ‘Yes, I have’.

 

 

 

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